Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
The Remains,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.